"W-What the fuck!" She stammered, taking a step back as her gun was forcefully thrown through the window at the end of the hall, letting the smoke out. The bullet clanged against the floor, coming to a halt by my feet.
"I'm gonna kill you for this trick, little mouse!" Jess screeched, pulling out another pistol from the inside of her jacket.
Without waiting, I forced my body forward, each step making me clench my teeth harder. With a harsh limp, I threw a punch forward, connecting with her chin and sending her stumbling further back.
"Oliver, I gave you this last chance, I've intervened too much, it's up to you. Kick her ass, kid," Sayers muttered, his clawed hand gripping the black fabric of his suit.
Her gun clattered against the floor, but she quickly stood back up, even taller than before, and looked down at me as I hunched over, clutching my leg while tears formed in my eyes. "All you guys are the fucking same!" She screamed, kicking my head and sending me tumbling back.
I couldn't speak, if I did, I would have let out a scream so loud people outside would be able to hear it. 'This, this is so I can just say goodbye to him, I need to win, I need to say happy birthday to Dad,' I thought, pushing my body back up and glaring at her.
She took a step back, before regaining her composure and kicking me hard across the face, sending me spiraling back and crashing hard into the floor. "Do you have any fucking idea what the people here put me through?!" She asked, her boots echoing as she came closer to me.
"They threatened me, forced me to keep quiet, and I don't even know why! They treated me like a monster for reporting things, so that's what I became. If I need to be a villain, I will, my revenge won't end here!"
With a final stomp, her boots stood in front of me. I looked up to meet her gaze and saw the tears in her eyes, she wasn't wrong, but with everything she did, she was nowhere close to right.
"So you what, murdered people? Tortured innocents? If you want revenge focus on those who hurt you!" I yelled, pushing through the fire in my veins, and stood to her height.
Sayers's eyes opened wide, flashing a bright red as my fist connected to her nose, sending her to the floor. "Someone taught me no matter how much the world beats you down, you can come on top. You just wanted an excuse for this massacre."
Her body folded up, her legs cracking as she stood back, her spine aligning with her hunched legs. She glared at me, her eyes filled with malice, and took her leap.
I kicked her hard, my knee slamming harshly into her chin as she was sent up, and I quickly finished as Sayers chanted, "TO HER CHEST, HIT HER CHEST!" My fist cracked against her ribcage, sending her body to the ground.
"Shut the fuck up! You don't know anything!" Jess screeched, raising a small red button to my face. "But now you will, little mouse!" She finished, coughing blood out of her mouth as blood leaked from her nose.
A puddle of red filled up below us, separating the two of us in a river of blood. My eyes opened wide, realizing this was it, the trigger to the bombs around the school. "I told you, little mouse, you lose."
Before she could press the button, Sayers shouted an order at me, and it clicked why he wanted me to toughen up and ignore it all. To finish this, I had to make a choice. "Oliver, now!"
He tossed a metal object into my arms, his eyes a faint orange as a pair of black horns slowly came into view. The metal reflected my blue eyes and his orange as I gripped it, staring at her with tears running down my face.
"We were project partners, why didn't you ever tell me?" I asked, gripping the object tightly but not squeezing my finger.
"Because nobody believed me anyway. Goodbye, little mouse-" She started, her finger about to push the button, and in the blink of an eye, I pulled the trigger of the very gun she slid to my feet before. With a final kick, I tore the trigger off her hands and sent it spiraling down the hall.
I stood still, my mouth open, the scent of gunpowder thick on my lips. Blood gushed out of her chest, and all I could do was stare, tears formed, yet didn't come out, I had taken a life. I took someone's life, in cold blood.
"Sayers, I-" I started, but I couldn't finish, I collapsed onto my knees and stared into his eyes. They glowed a magma-like color, but he stayed silent, his skin slowly appearing. "That's it, isn't it? The closer to death I am, the more of you I can see?" I guessed, and he nodded, his lips pushed together.
Suddenly, his eyes opened wide, and his mouth opened to scream something, but I barely heard it. A loud barrage of shots came from behind me, flashes of red spewed through me, I could see metal objects fly through, and his voice finally sounded. "OLIVER, NO!"
I looked down, blood dripping down my chin and out my mouth, and noticed the holes in my arms and stomach. "S-Sayers?" I coughed out, blood spewing out in front of me as I stared into his blue eyes.
A thud came from behind me, and blood leaked through my socks, filling my feet with a chilling heat. "Sayers, you look, cool," I managed out, my mouth opened wide as blood filled it quickly.
His full form stood in front of me, a man in a black suit, with a tight velvet red undershirt and cuff links. His white skin shined brightly, a light tan. Black horns rose above his head, about four inches each. He had on a pair of black dress shoes and pants, with a single, scarlet tie.
I dragged myself to the wall, and with a heavy tongue asked Sayers for a phone. Without hesitating, he pulled one out of his pocket and handed it to me. "You had one the whole time?" I asked, but he shook his head and reminded me quickly of when he left.
I dialed the police and heard it ring once before someone picked up. "Nine-One-One, what's your emergency?"
"The- The shooting at the school is over, the bombs are disarmed," I managed, my vision slowly fading as I clutched my side, covering my hand and the floor in blood.
"Sir, are you a student? Are you hurt?" She asked quickly, her voice fast and unrelenting.
"Yes to both, just, you can send them in. I'm on...I'm on the third floor," I muttered, my voice faltering.
"Help is on the way, I repeat officers and paramedics are entering the building as we speak! Please, hold on sir!" She begged, her voice hoarse and empty.
"I...I need to call my dad, I'm sorry," I said, hanging up with her and immediately dialing my dad's number as my vision faded more.
"Hello?" He answered, his voice shaky and rushed.
"Hey, Dad, happy birthday...I-I love... you," I muttered, my limbs getting heavy as I dropped the phone into the puddle of blood below me.
Tears flowed down my eyes as I looked to Sayers one last time, and faced his gentle yellow eyes, like the first time we ever met.
"It's okay, kid. I'm here, it's okay. Let it out, you did well. You're going to be okay, I know you are," He tried, but I could tell his voice was cracking and small blood pools built in his eyes, untouched by the yellow glow.
"I- Is Sayers your real name?" I asked, trying to get his mind off me as blood pooled from my mouth, and I started to slump over.
"It's Alan, Alan Andrews. My real name is Alan," He quickly spoke, his clawed hands cupping around my cheeks and trying to hold my head up to no avail.
"Your name...kinda...I'm tired," I cut myself off as my vision cut to nothing, I was staring at a black void inside my mind.
"Don't sleep! Come on! OLIVER! OLIVER! NO! GET UP! OLI! SOMEONE HELP! SOMEONE!"
I heard footsteps rush up the stairs, metal clanged against metal, and there was a group of people, soldiers. "We're friends...Right?" I asked my final question, as my body fell over and slammed into a puddle of my blood.
"Yes, we're friends, Oliver. Don't die here, please! SOMEONE GET OVER HERE NOW!"